In the gentle light of dawn, Kory watches as Dick sleeps peacefully beside her, his face softened and calm. She feels a warmth in her chest, something that always stirs when she sees him like this—unguarded and at peace.

Her fingers lightly trace along his hand, marveling at the contrast between his strength and this quiet vulnerability. On Tamaran, such moments are rare, reserved only for those closest to the heart, and she treasures this feeling deeply.

As if sensing her, Dick stirs slightly, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers, a soft smile spreading across his face.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, voice warm and full of affection.

Kory smiles, her heart full. “Good morning, my love.”